“Your Highness.” Monica gently patted William's arm. Only then did he return to his senses and shift his gaze to Layla. “Don't worry, Ms. Layla. Since Francesca is carrying Mr. Lindberg's child, those people are more unlikely to harm her.”
“Your Highness.” Monica gently patted William's arm. Only then did he return to his senses and shift his gaze to Layla. “Don't worry, Ms. Layla. Since Francesca is carrying Mr. Lindberg's child, those people are more unlikely to harm her.”
“Didn't you say that they would cut off Francesca's food supplies? That's harming her! She's pregnant and she won't last long if she doesn't eat and drink.” Layla sounded somewhat impatient.
“Everything will be fine until Gordon returns. You don't have to worry too much. Maybe you should go back and get sufficient rest. We'll discuss the plan when Gordon arrives,” William assured.
“What a shrewd person you are, Your Highness.” With that, Layla left in a fit of anger.
“Um... What does she mean?” Monica was at a loss as she watched Layla leave.
Saying nothing, William lowered his head and continued to sip his tea.
Sloan chased after Layla and asked in a low voice, “Ms. Layla, what's wrong with you?”
“Can't you tell? Once he knew that Danrique was still alive, he just sat aside and did nothing. He's now standing on the sideline, waiting for Gordon to come up with a plan. This kind of person is not only shrewd but also calculating!”
Sloan was stunned by her words. “Are you sure? I can tell he was quite anxious and had been racking his brain to save Ms. Felch. He even called us over.”
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